Chapter 39
“Angeline, just apologize to Mr. Golding.” Denise stalked over to Angeline right then on her sky-high
stilettos. “I know you really wanted to win thispetition, but how dare you get Mr. Golding’s daughter
involved! Mr. Fuller, it’s against the rules for her to mess with the scripts. She should be disqualified!”
Gordon’s temple throbbed with frustration. “Mr. Golding, thepetition is over. How should we
proceed?” he asked Evander in a respectful tone.
“So, is it against the rules or not? Do you really need to bother me with such trivial matters?”
“Ah, I understand. Well, Angeline’s action did not meet the—”
“There’s nothing in the contract that states that I couldn’t change the script,” Angeline retorted sharply.
“Besides, even if it really is against the rules, it isn’t my fault!”
It seemed as if Angeline had something more to say. She red meaningfully at Denise.
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
“Ms. Campbell, you’re using me of speaking nonsense, but I wouldn’t dare to make any false
allegations in front of so many people. After all, I still want to be in this industry.” She turned to Evander
and smiled lightly. “I have a friend who works in the publishing business. He sent me a video some time
ago. I’d like to show it to you, Mr. Golding.”
Nancy handed Angeline’s phone to her. Angeline tapped a few buttons. Then she turned the screen to
Evander.
It was a video of several screenshots of a WhatsApp conversation. It was evidence of Denise’s
manager bribing several magazines to sabotage Angeline.
Evander gave the phone to Denise. “I need an exnation for this.”
“It’s not what it looks likes. Those screenshots are fake, Mr. Golding. Please don’t believe such lies,”
Denise countered in her own defense. However, her face had drained of color, and her palms were
damp with cold sweat.
She had not expected Angeline to investigate her. Didn’t I hide my tracks well enough?
“I have a recording as well. Would you like to watch it, Ms. Campbell?” Angeline pressed on in a calm
voice. She would not allow Denise to get away with her lies.
Denise pursed her lips.
“There will be no need for that.” Evander threw Denise a disgusted look. “Angeline will be the
ambassador of Starlight Jewelry.”
His voice was low but authoritative.
Denise’s face turned pale. Her fists were clenched tightly by her side. She bit her lip, not daring to say
a word.
Her manager approached her with his head hanging shamefully. He pulled her away to spare her the
embarrassment.
“Thank you, Mr. Golding.” Angeline smiled softly. She raised her eyebrows, rejoicing in her victory, but
not gloating at Denise’s defeat.
Evander grunted in reply. His face was an indecipherable mask devoid of any emotion as he turned to
leave with Floretta.
Floretta, however, had other ideas. She tugged at her father’s arm coyly. “It’s already noon! I’m
hungry!”
“Shall we have Jetroinian food?”
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“Okay, okay!” Floretta pped excitedly. She skipped toward Angeline and pulled her hand. Then, in a
pleading voice, she said, “Let’s take Angel with us. She hasn’t had lunch yet either!”
Evander did not refuse his daughter’s request. He had a new respect for Angeline after what had just
happened. It became clear to him that Angeline was not just beautiful, but also very clever.
“Floretta, I’ll go with you next time instead,” Angeline said gently, declining the invitation to save
Evander from having to refuse his daughter. She did not want to irritate him any further.
“No, no, you muste with us!” Floretta pouted.
Angeline was torn. She did not want to disappoint the young girl. However, before she could speak, the
man piped up, “The restaurant is not far from here. Let’s all go together.”
Angeline nced at Evander in surprise.
She did not expect Evander to extend the invitation to her personally.
However, this was not a bad development for her.
Nancy exined the turn of events to Gordon. Then she nudged Angeline toward Evander’s car.
During the car ride, she pulled out her phone. The news of Angelinending the public service
announcement had attracted an insane amount of attention.
The public was not so easily fooled. Those who had spoken badly against her now changed their tune.
Their vilements turned into praise and admiration.
The weight that had been sitting heavily on Angeline’s shoulders finally lifted. However, she owed her
victory to a mysterious benefactor.
At that moment, her phone lit up.
It was a text message from the mysterious stranger who had sent her the video evidence of Denise’s
wrongdoing.
The message read: Two o’clock tomorrow at ck Forest Cafe. Come alone.
Angeline’s face turned solemn after she read the message. Her assistant would often buy her coffee
from ck Forest Café. For this unknown person to specifically suggest that café meant that he or she
had been watching her movements.
“Angel, we’re here!” Floretta called out excitedly, pulling Angeline away from her thoughts.
She grabbed Angeline’s hand, and they both followed Evander into the restaurant.
This particr Jetroinian restaurant was not the most popr in the area. The ambiance of the ce
was very typical of a Jetroinian restaurant. What made it different was the attention to detail in its
decoration and the children’s y area in one corner of the restaurant.
“This way, please.”
The waiter led them to a table by the window. It was a quiet corner from which they could watch the
busy city through the window.
Angeline took a seat opposite Evander while Floretta sneakily climbed into the chair next to her.
“Floretta!” Evander narrowed his eyes threateningly at his daughter.
However, Floretta had no ns to go over to sit next to her father. She hugged Angeline’s arm tightly
and stared at Evander petntly. It was a battle that he would not win.
“It’s okay. Let her sit with me. You are right here anyway. You can still watch over her,” Angeline said,
trying to defuse the situation.
Evander red at his daughter, who was looking at him with puppy eyes. Angeline found the scene
rather funny.
The CEO of Golding Group, who is usually so in control, is unable to handle his young daughter!
“There are not many patrons in this restaurant, and nobody saw using in,” Evander said, turning to
Angeline. He had noticed her fidgeting ufortably in her seat.
“Ah, thank you.” Angeline visibly rxed. She removed her sunsses and the hat that she had been
wearing.
It was risky for Angeline to enjoy a meal out in a public restaurant with her current poprity level.
However, she believed that Evander must have already thought of the issue and prepared for it since
he had invited her to have lunch with them.
“Here, order whatever you like,” Evander said, pushing the menu toward her.
“I’ll have this one,” Angeline replied, pointing randomly at a meal set illustrated on the menu. She
turned toward the little girl beside her and asked, “Floretta, what do you want to eat?”
Floretta’s eyes sparkled greedily as she scanned the menu. She pointed here and there as she
demanded, “I want this… and this…”
Angeline’s eyebrows knitted together. “Can you really eat all of that? This is all already included in this
set meal. Let’s not waste food.”
Floretta considered Angeline’s words, then nodded in agreement. She crossed out most of the items
from her order, leaving only a meatball soup and a pudding for dessert.
“Excuse me! Waiter, please!” Evander snapped his fingers. He returned the menus to the waiter after
cing their order and looked at Floretta in surprise.
His daughter had never before understood the concept of saving money. In truth, Evander had always
indulged his daughter in order to make up for hisck of affection and attention to her.
Evander had not expected his willful daughter to be so receptive to Angeline’s advice.